I hereby give warning to any mothers considering starting classical education with their young children: if you do not want to have (very) weird children on your hand RUN the other direction.

This afternoon I was getting dinner supplies out of the fridge and dropped the pancake syrup. I asked Miss Language (who happened to be nearby) if she wanted any syrup. And in response, she starts paraphrasing Kierkegaard… “I stick my feet into the syrup: it sticks of stickiness…” (I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing…)

Run, I say. Before it is too late.